Maybe.

Possibly.

Probably.

Okay, yes. I'm going. I decided this morning after talking with my friend Cheryl in New York City.

The week after, I'm checking myself into the psych ward. Not really, I wouldn't do it if I didn't have the funds saved already. As I told someone earlier about an unrelated topic, I don't regret the things I've done, just the things I haven't done. I'm single, employed, and have a level of freedom at this stage in my life that I won't always have. What's the point of having freedom if you don't use it?

Becky